2011-05-29 - 5:05 a.m.
there are words from which i've had to save myself
roquette, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, black pepper, red pepper and salt.
a fresh egg.
strong black coffee over ice.
pineapple basil sorbet.
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here i am, damp hair held back with a chignon pin, planting gardenias. last year, i had cut them for a bouquet. they rooted in the vase, and now they they are in bloom.
this is both so close and so far from what i imagined, what i wanted.
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reading: the three christs of ypsilanti, by milton rokeach.
listening to: her hollow ways - danger mouse and daniele luppi.
working on: gardenia enfleurage. would you like to know how to make a very nice moisturizer? spread some clean fat - i use crisco - in a thin layer on a glass pane. smooth gardenia petals onto the surface, cover with plastic wrap and let sit for a day or two, until the petals are yellow but not yet brown. peel them off and replace with new petals. repeat until gardenia season is done. the fat takes up the scent, which starts almost-cloying on the skin and fades through wood to a subtle grassy note.
in the garden: plums are ripe.